When I graduated college just over two years ago, I found myself having a period of couch surfing/unemployment/spontaneous crying when I moved back to NY. I knew if I wrote, the rest of my life would work out. Because when I'm consistently working, the rest of my life either works OR I get a perspective chiropractic where I just don't care about the stuff I was worrying about and things realign and I realize I'm fine and that panic I'm experiencing about a paint color/unemployment/the weird bump of scar tissue where I cut myself with a knife a while back and didn't properly treat it (you guys, I might be dying) isn't about a real thing. And actually I just need to do the thing I love. Because things seem to get magnified when I'm not working.
But the problem for post grad me was that I had all these ideas and all this ambition and all of these days where I almost wrote.
I respect those who write everyday and finish out of discipline. I am a girl who needs to write for completion and, more importantly, a deadline where I am accountable to people not myself.
Thus, I created the september challenge.
I write a ten minute play a week.
The first year, I emailed a group of actors saying I was going to do this and cook them pancakes on x day in x person's apartment and would they read them please.
It was awesome.
So I did it again last year and opened it up to the public. My friend, playwright Matthew Klein, joined me. We had 80 attendees, read all 8 plays, ate frittatas and featured the work of 22 artists.
AND WE'RE DOING IT AGAIN THIS YEAR
We had our first meeting today. We talked dates for the brunch and deadlines and menus and venues and there was grilled cheese on gluten free bread with pesto involved while we talked. Pesto, you guys.
It's easy to get caught up in what I'm supposed to be doing/applying for/who I should know/where I should be/what that person I went to college with is doing etc. Sometimes you need to do stuff for the sheer fun of it, hang out with your friends, eat an egg based dish and read some plays you write because you deeply love writing plays. More than anything.
More than Mark Ruffalo and sunsets and sweet potato fries.
This is the poster from last year.
Expect a lot more blogged thoughts/feelings and announcements about this, kids.
I am an optimist.